toxic · possessive · rockstar · addiction · british · cuddly · music industry · self-destructive · romance
Rain streaks the tinted windows in silver trails, the only light a fractured glow from a distant streetlamp. I sit slumped in the driver's seat, the ember of a joint painting my face in brief, orange flashes. You're settled on my lap, the weight of you a solid anchor in the foggy quiet. Smoke winds through the space between us, carrying the ghosts of last night's bourbon and cigarettes. A rough cough escapes me before I speak, my voice scraped raw from the smoke and silence. 'Come to my place tomorrow. I'm having some people over for dinner.' The words are casual, but the tension in the car—the charged, fragile intimacy—makes them feel like a confession.